Home

So much for my wanting to move overseas for like a year or so to experience life outside of Singapore. It is now 2.58am in the morning and at 6.15pm, I'll be flying off to LA for a 7 weeks study trip in UCLA. But right now, as I sit in front of my laptop, I feel very... restless. I feel yes excited about the trip, but at the same time I also feel like I don't want to leave. Because now is the time for goodbyes, for bon voyages and farewells. And I don't want to bid anyone adieu. It makes me sad. And tonight is my last night here in Singapore. Somehow it seems rather wasted to spend it asleep. Although yes, I have the most awesomely soft bed ever and I likely will miss it too.

And you know what? I'm being horrifyingly melodramatic. LOL. It's only for 7 weeks. Just a week shy of 2 months and I'm being all mopey and emotional about it.

But still, every time prior to a departure from our sunny little island, I'd always look around as I go about my days looking around at the familiar landscapes. Those roads, those buildings, those TREES. Yes well, we have an awful lot of trees here, which is a good thing really.

To sum it all up, this is, quite simply, home.

And there's nowhere else like home.

Talk about Mortification...

So one of the most embarrassing thing happened to the ever bumbling, idiotically blur me today. I was supposed to meet my friend, Ben, at the McDonald's at White Sands this afternoon for lunch. So I arrived at McDonald's slightly late, and walked up to the second level, where Ben told me he was at. I kinda scanned around and tried to look for him and there he is!! His back was to me and I kinda sneaked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up.

I stared at his face for a few moments while my brain seemed to go "That doesn't really look like Ben... Is that really Ben? He looks different somehow... Oh no! He doesn't really look like the Ben I remembered!" So the seemingly-Ben-lookalike stared at me and I stared back at him. And this staring went on for quite a few moments. AND THEN. The REAL Ben looked up at me from where he was seated, behind not-quite-Ben. My brain freaked out and shrieked at me "OMG HE REALLY ISN'T BEN!!!" before shutting down.

And then I bolted.

Quite literally. I flew the few steps over to Ben and sat down opposite him. I was SO mortified I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole. And then I said to Ben, "That has got to be the most mortifying thing EVER!". I snuck a look over at not-quite-Ben and saw him kinda chuckling. I wanted to bang my head against the wall.

After Ben went to order his food, the overwhelming feel of how rude I'd been to just simply bolt like that galvnanised me into offering an apology to not-quite-Ben. So I took a deep breath, gathered my courage and walked over. I tapped him on the shoulder (again) and said "I'm so sorry for mistaking you as my friend earlier!". He laughed and said it was all right. I smiled sheepishly and went back to my table, which was actually just beside his. LOL.